Monks are crashing down from the sky and crawling out of the sewers like a plague of rats; they’re swarming the water hall with no sign of stopping. But I have no time to stop and think about my growing predicament, not when I have the life of Ashley, the President of America’s daughter, to think about.
As Ashley cowers behind me, I yell at her to find somewhere to hide; it will just be me against the crowd of undead monks. Armed with shields, fiery crossbows, and maces, these cultists mean business. They crawl closer and closer until my eye line is crowded with bloodied and torn robes.
